! tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true, That I'll meet her up in heaven, in my faded coat of blue." No more the bugle calls the weary
Oh! tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true That I'll meet her up in heaven, in my faded coat of blue." No more the bugle calls the weary one
'll pound three times three times To warn you three times that means ENSEMBLE: Exactly more hot pies! God! More hot! right! More pies! More! Right!
! CUSTOMERS: More hot! MRS. LOVETT: Right! CUSTOMERS: More pies! TODD: Psst! CUSTOMERS: More! MRS. LOVETT: Wait! CUSTOMER: More hot pies! More hot! More
you're not here JOURNALIST: As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate, more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary
[This is for you] Ooh she may be weary And them young girls they do get weary Wearing that same old shaggy dress But when they get weary [You gotta] try
of life keeps rushing by She just rolls with the flow She's seen it all through world weary eyes She takes it like it comes and goes She's forgotten more
see him no more Saved in the arms of my loved one Saved on his gentle breast Saved in the arms of my loved one I lay my weary head down to rest Gone
forty three Crimson misty memory, hazy glimpse of me Give me back my wonder I've somethin' more to give I guess it doesn't matter, there's not much more to Not much more
re not here Journalist: As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate, more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary
portrait drawn when you were four and beside a jar of two cent coins that are no good no more she'll lay it aside older father, weary soul, you'll drive
Are the clouds above your head oh so heavy Bursting with showers of despair Do you struggle under more than you can carry? Has life given more than
dream the passions once again, for all my dreams are but of her And let the moon reside over us tonight, like embracing lovers Its gentle solace warms
Give me back my wonder -- I've something more to give I guess it doesn't matter -- There's not much more to live Another foggy dawn The mountain
me Give me back my wonder -- I've something more to give I guess it doesn't matter -- There's not much more to live Another foggy dawn The mountain